My Expression!! My Life!!

Let’s celebrate people… *pop the champagne* *bring out the glasses* *raise a toast* Here’s to… 10 Y.E.A.R.S. of My Expression! My Life!! Here’s to a DECADE OF BLOGGING! From cringe-worthy posts to fluff pieces … gap-filler tags and random reviews … From irrelevant rants to solid issues … from scribbling something for the sake of it to writing something that makes me satisfied with the content ... From finding myself in others’ words and expressing it by putting a spin on it … From Knitted Yarn to the Mahabharata Chronicles... Through my tumultuous twenties, over different geographies, different sets of people, different workplaces … To the terrific thirties where I am much more sure of who I am and what I want to be… This blog has seen it all… and much more… For something that started off as a hobby and another avenue to pass time, it has become a part of my identity and strength. Here’s to more blogging, more writing ...

Her eyes kept following the toddler as he made his way through the room. He was crawling towards Panchali who was cooing to him and beckoning him forth. He tried to stand up, took a few tentative steps and wobbled as he was reaching towards her.  Instinctively, her reflexes sprung and she rushed to catch him before he fell. She needn’t have worried. Draupadi’s strong hands had already caught him. Her gaze turned towards the First Lady of Hastinapura. The Iron-woman herself. Her luscious hair now tinged grey, the regal bearing intact, she was now cajoling the baby into eating something. She remembered the first time she had met the queen who reigned over the Pandavas.  The derisive gaze, the haughtiness in her stance, the underlying anger at the new entrant into Arjuna’s life. For her part, she had been meek and subservient, just as Arjuna had asked her to be. Over time, she had formed a cordial yet endearing bond with her. And over the years she had realized that...